Page 92 of An Unholy Affair
He brought his eyes back to hers. ‘Eveline, the moment anything doesn’t feel good, you just tell me. Okay?’
She nodded, biting her lip with insecurity. ‘I don’t want you to be bored.’
Both his eyebrows raised. ‘With you? Never going to happen.’
‘Can we set a time limit?’
‘Will that make you feel more comfortable?’
She nodded, relieved.
‘Okay. Four hours.’
‘Fourhours?’
‘Yes.’ His smile was sinful.
‘I was thinking more like ten minutes?’
He laughed, then pressed kisses to her face, punctuating his words. ‘I’ve been waiting for over a year to touch you. I’ve dreamed and fantasised about this moment. And as long as you’re enjoying yourself, I don’t want to be rushed.’
‘But, but… What are you going to do?’
He tucked his finger into the top of her skirt. ‘I thought I’d start by getting you naked.’
Yes! Just say yes!‘Oh, er… Okay then.’
In the blink of an eye, she was on her feet, the zip on the back of her skirt pulled down, and his hands working the fabric over her hips.
‘Ah! That’s, er… Quick?’ she gasped.
He stared up at her, his gaze heavy with hunger. ‘Over a year, Eveline…’
Her skirt fell to the floor, and she stepped out of it, her heart hammering in her chest. She’d had sex before, but her previous partners were clueless boys compared to Jack.
As if to further underline the difference, he tugged her hips forward, burying his face between her legs and breathing in.
Flailing at his head, she pulled him away. ‘Oh my goodness! What are you doing?’
He raised an eyebrow as he smirked up at her. ‘You’re right. I forgot to remove your tights and underwear first.’ He hooked his fingers inside the waistband. ‘May I?’
Yes!‘Erm…’ She stalled for time, suddenly unsure. Her many fantasies about being with Jack had never involved more than missionary sex. She was utterly unprepared for any of this. ‘Only if you don’t dothatagain,’ she managed.
He nodded, his gaze inscrutable, then gently pulled her tights and underwear down. She stepped out of them, acutely aware she was now completely naked and he was still fully dressed.
His gaze raked unashamedly over her. ‘Eveline,’ he breathed. ‘You’re so beautiful.’
Electricity tingled across her skin, overriding her insecurities. ‘Will you take your clothes off?’ she asked shyly.
He hesitated.
‘Please? I would… like to touch you.’
His eyes briefly closed, and he exhaled through gritted teeth. ‘Eveline, if you do that, I might explode.’
She reached forward and popped the top button of his shirt. ‘Compromise?’
He nodded, stood and allowed her to undress him. Jack Newton was by far the best present Eveline had ever unwrapped. She’d seen the magnificence of his chest once before when he’d dashed downstairs in his boxers, not expecting to find her or Simon in his mother’s house. But now she was up close and very personal.
